Welcome to my Taigh!

I am Liath Caledonii. I am a harper by trade and have the honour of being Poet of the Bardic College.

You may find my roundhouse deserted, as I spend much time walking in strange lands, seeking inspiration in wild places. My apologies if the hospitality seems a little lacking... if you reach up to the right of the door, under the thatch, you'll find a bottle of mead - pour me one too, I'll be along in a minute...

You may also wish to visit me at my home on Iona at the Druidean Enclave, where I enjoy the inspiration of the departed druids and the wild beauty of the island.

In the meantime, here is a poetic offering to entertain you while waiting:

The Bard's Apology

I gazed up at the moon one night
He looked back down at me
And told me stories of the Gods
Of earth and sky and sea.

I stood upon the hollow hill
The mound of poetry
I opened wide my arms and let
The awen flow through me.

Lugus with his mighty spear,
Braciaca, fond of ale
Manannan, ruler of the waves
Of Arthur and the grail.

So many names he sang to me
So many tales of old
Lakes and swords and trees and harps
Too much for me to hold.

At last he slipped behind the hills
And I fell mad with pain
So full was I of knowledge that
I thought I’d gone insane

They say a night upon the hill
Will bring one of two things
T’will either drive you round the bend
Or give you bardic wings

Sad to say, the former seems to
Be the case for me
And this will come as small surprise
To those who know the Sidhe

So if at times I post up here
A load of nonsense verse
Just smile and shake your heads and say
“At least she’s fairly terse…”

(c) Liath Caledonii 2003